We have a habit of picking up dinner from Ledo’s Pizza most Wednesday nights. It’s right around the corner from the gym (same shopping center), and I always go to my zumba class from 6 to 7, so John calls ahead and I pick up dinner on my way home. Simple for everyone. Sure, pizza isn’t the greatest thing to eat when I’m trying to be all healthy and stuff, but I get a little one, I swear. 🙂
Lately, though, I’ve been dreading going in there. There’s this girl, in her early 20s I think, who’s ALWAYS working Wednesday nights, and she is ANNOYING. She wants to chat, and I’m sweaty and tired and hungry and I just want to pay for my food and take it home. Stop talking to me! But of course I’m pleasant and I chat back and I think “Oh god, just take my credit card already. Why are you taking so long? Please let me go home.” And then I practically run out the door. Nicely.